The Wither-2

The clerk led me to a dead end. 'Dig here.' she instructed me, and I did as she said. There was a barrel hidden there, but how the clerk hid it there was beyond me. That was because she didn't have hands. Or, at least, no functional ones. See, most people, dubbed NPCs, are born with hands firmly locked together. Others, called Players (because we can play, duh), have separated hands, so we can do much more than the NPCs. From what I know , the Ranger and his Scouts are all Players, and I am obviously a Player too. Anyway, there was an old map in the barrel, and it was very weird– I mean, you aren't supposed to be able to make maps in the Nether, let alone treasure maps. But it was obviously a map, and with a bright red cross, it was evident it was a treasure map. I sighed. 'You want me to investigate, right?' The clerk nodded. 'I was given the responsibility of protecting this map by my mother. I can sell this to you...' The clerk trailed of hopefully. 'Alright. I'll buy it.' I agreed. I gave the clerk 5 emeralds and walking out of the Oaken Bookist.